CHAPTER 509: CHAPTER 509: MY NAME IS GALE KOCH, YOUR SCENERY 9

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Matthew Morgan slightly raised his head.

He was wearing sunglasses and naturally took them off when he saw Chloe Grant.

In the past few days, his previous injury had not fully healed, but he was not one to stay put.

So, his complexion didn’t look particularly good, even a bit pale.

He looked just like a sickly handsome man.

Upon seeing him like this, Chloe Grant’s brows furrowed.

The frustration that had somewhat dissipated due to his small actions surged back up in an instant.

She walked up to Matthew Morgan, "Do you really think you’re made of iron? Can’t you just rest properly? Can you be a bit more settled?"

Chloe Grant finally saw it clearly, Matthew Morgan really didn’t consider himself a mere mortal.

He thinks he’s a god!

Standing right up after surgery, immediately discharging himself, and starting all sorts of activities.

Chloe Grant couldn’t find a single day that he spent properly resting at home.

"I brought you to eat," Matthew Morgan turned and opened the car door for Chloe Grant.

Chloe Grant didn’t want to get in, feeling it necessary to properly educate this man, or else he might truly think he could become immortal.

"Matthew Morgan, I need to have a good and serious conversation with you."

Chloe Grant placed her hand on the car door, her expression unusually serious.

"Hmm?" He seemed genuinely interested.

Chloe Grant had no time for jokes, "Can you stay home and recover properly for a few days? Even if it’s just a few days, stay home, don’t do anything, just watch TV, eat, and sleep. Can you do that?"

Matthew Morgan suddenly leaned in with a smile, "Will you keep me company?"

"I have to work!"

Chloe Grant wasn’t receptive, she directly pushed him away, "Can’t you deal with things after you’ve healed? That scar on your back from when I was attacked by thugs, have you even taken a good look at it? I’ve heard you haven’t rested well..."

As she spoke of this, Chloe Grant’s eyes turned red.

It’s not that she’s overly sentimental, but every scar on Matthew Morgan was related to her.

And due to not healing properly after each injury, the scars were particularly prominent.

Whenever she saw or thought of them, her heart ached.

Because of her, he had endured so many injuries.

"Can you take better care of yourself?"

Chloe Grant couldn’t control it any longer and started crying.

Matthew Morgan frowned, pulling her into his arms, stroking the back of her head, "Alright, don’t be sad. I’ll be careful."

"Can you take care of yourself? You get hurt because of me, and don’t take care of yourself. Do you know it makes me feel guilty and pained?"

The tears she had been holding back flowed freely as he embraced and comforted her, Chloe Grant turned into a crying mess.

She was naturally a sentimental and tearful person.

When alone, she forced herself to be strong.

But with him beside her, comforting her, she couldn’t muster any strength, softly leaning in his embrace, enjoying his comfort and care.

"Be good. I’ll be careful."

He lowered his head and kissed Chloe Grant’s forehead.

Chloe Grant buried her face in his chest, sniffed, and then rubbed her face against him, wiping her tears away.

After tidying up, she looked up, "Promise me, go back now, and don’t leave the house for three days."